Dark Sage Novels & Stories

It pulsed with power, ancient and terrible, humming with the weight of countless sacrifices. The old woman gestured toward the blade, her voice barely a whisper. "The Dagger of Souls. It is the only weapon capable of severing the darkness from your spirit. It was forged in the first age of magic, when the boundaries between worlds were thin. But it requires a sacrifice, a willing sacrifice of your memories, your power, your very essence. You must choose what to give. What are you willing to lose?" Elena stepped forward, her heart pounding against her ribs. The blade called to her, humming with ancient power. She could feel the darkness inside her recoiling, terrified of what was to come. It

“Unlike a werewolf with silver, sages wouldn’t heal as fast when cut with a golden dagger or object.” Her poison was with her all along. Aaron thought. “Holy sh*t!” she heard the voice of Damor say from the back.

My vision blackens at the edges, my legs weakening as I lean heavily against the door. Dominic is there, his presence a steady anchor in the storm of my agony. As if he had been waiting for me, his hand reaches out to catch me before I can fall, his touch a lifeline in the darkness that threatens to engulf me. Without a word, he guides me down to the basement, the cool stone walls closing in around us like a protective cocoon. With every step I take, the pain of the wolf’s bane coursing through my veins intensifies, a relentless torment that threatens to overwhelm me. Each breath is a struggle, each heartbeat a reminder of the poison that now courses through my body. The air is heavy with th

Daniel said earnestly. Of course, why would Daniel care about Morana's problem? "That's great." Morana replied sarcastically. "Now let me out of here!" Morana was very tired, she really wanted to rest, but Daniel kept bothering her. "How much?" Daniel asked, it was not clear what he was asking. "What do you mean?" Morana furrowed her brows and stared at Daniel not understanding where this conversation was heading to, but for sure Morana had a bad feeling about whatever Daniel was about to say.

Lowan asked. "Yes. De-souling is a process of conjuring your soul as a weapon. Not everyone is capable of this; only those who are touched by the dark can de-soul. They harbor a dark seedling inside their souls capable of either great good or great evil. Unlike you, most individuals cannot control the darkness and end up being controlled by the dark instead. Some call them possessed, some call them corrupted, some even call them demons, but the truth is, they are seedlings. Seedlings of the dark, hence, darklings," explained Ms. Reina. She continued, "I would like to know more about you guys and how your powers came to be. Please, share your story."

The heavy wooden door opened slowly, revealing a sliver of darkness that widened into the mansion's vast entry hall. My heart hammered against my ribs. Caden stood there, looking impossibly calm. He wore dark pants and a loose white shirt, sleeves rolled up, showing strong forearms. His eyes, dark and sharp, met mine, and a slow, unsettling smile spread across his face. "Right on time, Maeve," he said, his voice a low rumble that filled the huge, echoing space. "Come in. Don't be shy."

Zeke bashed one on the spine shattering the skeletal frame and then he ushered both to follow him out. Before the skeletal frame could assemble again, they were gone. *** Out of the Catacomb, there was a velvety tree with silvery leaves. Or no, there was plenty of them. The trees looked so unique with the sparkling and glittering. Magic could be seen everywhere. Even the road they followed was made of smooth marble. Enchanted flowers blossom around the enchanted forest. This was the Dark Forest which was located after Dark Igor. The Dark forest had witches who lived within the Staldage Community. To say that this was only the entrance.

Just muscle and teeth and the knowledge that a three-year-old is sleeping twenty minutes away and we cannot lose tonight. In the clearing, Sage walks the north road wearing Haven's face. She has the walk right, the slight bounce, the way Haven holds her arms out a little when she moves. Oliver walks beside her, his gold light invisible under Sage's illusion, masking the spell so cleanly that even I can't feel the seam. Morgana's wolves close in from three sides. Slow. Certain. They think this is easy. Morgana herself comes last. She moves through her wolves like water, unhurried, dressed in black, and the dark magic around her is thicker than the rest. Older. It presses against my skin from

‘Good morning my name is Ivory hemming I’m a water elemental, the ice type and also in my first year, I’m sure we’ve all being briefed on what we’re doing in Buklime mountain’ Ivory sais heading straight to business. They all nodded, Ivory saw two familiar faces and her heart almost leaped out of her chest. It was the guy and girl whom were with Alfred two days ago. Ivory quickly looked somewhere else when she saw the guy staring at her, it was a little bit embarrassing. ‘I’ll introduce everyone, we’ve all introduced ourselves before you got here’ Natasha said to ivory ‘this is Chevy Sinclair a second year and a phase two witch’. He waves at ivory who in turns smiles carefully. ‘This is Nara

“Tell him Caspian Blackwood is here to see him.” The assistant hesitated, then nodded and hurried toward Salvador’s office. Minutes later, the old man emerged, a cigar clenched between his teeth. Caspian knew the type — men who hid dangerous secrets and would kill to protect them. “Caspian Blackwood,” Salvador greeted, laughter rumbling in his chest. “Salvatore La Rosa,” Caspian replied evenly. “Walking into your territory unarmed. You really think you can touch me?” Salvador chuckled. “You’ve always been stubborn. And selfish. But I didn’t expect you to come here uninvited.”